Early the next morning, amidst Miss Pu Shanmei's call, the three adults and one child walked downstairs and walked out the door.
"Hey, why don't you go out without eating something?" Aunt Yi Huiling poked her head out of the kitchen and greeted the children.
"No, I'm going to take my juniors to play in the city."
Just when Chenghao stopped and wanted to nod in agreement, Miss Pu Shanmei grabbed his arm and dragged him out forcefully.
"Damn girl." Looking at Xiao Hao who was pulled out by her daughter with a helpless expression, Aunt Yi Huiling muttered angrily.
Then she shook her head helplessly and returned to the kitchen. She was very clear about her daughter's little thoughts.
"Goodbye, Mom, there's no need to cook for us at noon." The naughty voice of Pu Shanmei's senior sister came faintly from outside the door.
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In the following days, in addition to the routine every morning, I used the computer to connect with Huang Wen in Seoul to review and approve documents.
In the remaining time, Chenghao drove out with Miss Pu Shanmei, Xiao Chengen, and Shi Zelin.
In this way, 17 years have passed by in the blink of an eye, and the new year 18 has quietly arrived, and people have to work hard for the new year.
Although I haven’t gone out to play since the New Year, or Busan has been visited by Chenghao and others.
During this period, Chenghao also proposed to say goodbye several times, but he was rejected by Miss Park Sammy and Auntie Yi Huiling because they had finished celebrating the Lantern Festival.
Of course, our Uncle Park Heon-sang, when Seung-ho proposed his farewell, always supported it with both hands, but it was a pity that he had no decision-making power.
As day after day passed, Chenghao gradually fell in love with this peaceful village with mountains, water, farmland and beautiful surroundings.
In this way, time came to the Lantern Festival on March 2, 2018 without even realizing it.
"Happy Lantern Festival, Auntie Yi Huiling, Uncle Park Xianshang, and Sister Park Sammi."
"Xiaohao, happy Lantern Festival, Zelin."
"Junior, Happy Lantern Festival, little brother Zelin."
Early in the morning, the young people who had just woken up and washed up couldn't help but go downstairs and ran to the kitchen. They gathered around Aunt Yi Huiling who was making glutinous rice balls and Uncle Park Xianshang who was helping at the side and asked how they were.
"You guys bought this from the market before. I made it according to Xiao Hao's method. I don't know if it suits your taste. Okay, let's have a try."
Looking at the children surrounding her, Aunt Yi Huiling couldn't help but reveal a loving smile on her face. As she spoke, she picked up the white, round and attractive glutinous rice balls that had been mixed with rice wine from the iron pot in front of her and placed them in a bowl.
"Okay, mom, hey~, oh mom, why are you hitting me!"
Just when Miss Pu Shanmei couldn't hold back for the first time, she stretched out her little hand to take the bowl. But before she touched the small porcelain bowl, Aunt Yi Huiling slapped her little hand angrily, and she suddenly looked pitiful.
He covered his little hands and looked at his mother in confusion.
"Oh! You damn girl doesn't know any manners. Who told you to give it to me? This is Xiaohao's, this is Zelin's, and it's your last."
Ignoring her daughter's pitiful expression, Aunt Yi Huiling said, handed the small bowl to Cheng Hao, then took out another bowl and handed it to Shi Zelin who was standing aside.
"Senior, I'll give this to you. You eat it first and help me hold the little one later. I won't be too late after eating."
Seeing Pu Shanmei's pitiful look, Chenghao smiled and put the small bowl in Pu Shanmei's hand. He raised his hand and touched it lovingly. It had grown bigger for half a month now.
The little guy can lie upright on daddy's shoulders and eat his little hands.
According to the advance birth date of my daughter obtained from that woman, my little Chengen has been with her father for 105 days without knowing it.
Of course, as a very important centenary photo, Chenghao cannot forget it.
As early as a few days ago, when his daughter turned 100 days old, Chenghao went to the city with Miss Park Sammi and Shi Zelin.
Now he has received the negatives sent by the photo studio through the Internet. The physical photos still need to wait, but he has already filled in the address, and the photo studio will express them directly to Seoul.
"You should eat first! I'll hold our little Cheng'en first. Let's hold little Cheng'en."
Putting the bowl in Chenghao's hand again, Pu Shanmei stretched out her hands and clapped her palms towards little Chengen.
However, in his words, he deliberately replaced "little mother" with "oh mother", which made Aunt Yi Huiling beside her frown.
But Chenghao didn't pay attention to this detail. His godmother and biological mother were both mothers anyway, and he also had three godmothers.
I don't feel that there is any difference between my godmother and my biological mother. On the contrary, sometimes, my godmothers are gentler and better than my own mother.
In response to Miss Pu Shanmei's call, Xiao Cheng'en stopped eating her little hands and turned to look in the direction of the sound. After seeing clearly that it was Miss Pu Shanmei, she smiled in a dignified manner and faced Pu Shanmei.
The sister stretched out a small hand waving wildly to express her opinion.
"Bo~, as expected, our little Cheng'en still likes me, right?" Taking the little guy from Chenghao's arms, Miss Pu Shanmei kissed the little guy hard without saying anything, and then spoke with satisfaction.
He smiled happily.
"Okay!" Looking at Pu Shanmei's look, Chenghao didn't refuse any more. He took out the iron spoon from the lunch box on the side, turned around and walked towards the restaurant with the small bowl in hand.
Just when Chenghao lowered his head and carefully ate the glutinous rice balls one bite at a time, the vibration from his mobile phone in his pocket made him put down his spoon, took out his mobile phone in confusion, and looked at the note "Zheng Hante xi" on the screen.
, now I am even more confused.
"Director Cheng, this is Zheng Hante. I'm sorry to disturb your vacation." As soon as the call was connected, Zheng Hante's anxious voice came over.
"Well! What's the matter?" Listening to Zheng Hante's anxious voice on the phone, Chenghao responded in confusion.
If it was a company matter, he had just confirmed it with Huang Wen before going downstairs, and it couldn't be anything.
And even if there was something going on in the company, Zheng Hante wouldn't be able to call him to report it. You should know that the company still has various ministers and specialists there.
Unless..., unless it's IU's business, he couldn't help but frown when he thought so.
"Director Cheng, if possible, I would like to ask you to come back and have a look. The artist I am responsible for, Li Zhienxi, has some problems with her condition. She has refused to go to the set for two consecutive days."
Seeing that Director Cheng did not lose his temper because of his interruption, Zheng Hante, who was in the underground parking lot of Yongshan Apartment at this time, couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. However, he didn't say anything more and went straight to the point and told the reason.
In fact, there was something he was holding back in his heart that he didn't say out loud, which was that he always felt that the relationship between his director and Zhien was not simple. Maybe Director Cheng could help Zhien!